The Queen of Paranormal Romance, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter, stuns with SHADOW AND ICE, the first title in her scorching new paranormal romance Gods of War Series. Check out the tour stop below and get your copy of SHADOW AND ICE today!

Gena Showalter, the New York Times bestselling author who brought you the Lords of the Underworld, introduces a scorching new paranormal romance series… Gods of War.

Knox of Iviland has spent his life competing in the All Wars, where vicious warriors with supernatural powers fight to the death to claim new realms. One winner takes everything—and all losers die. Enslaved as a child for his ability to control shadows, the most ruthless champion in history will stop at nothing to kill his king. But first he must win the battle for Earth. When a fearsome weapon imprisons every combatant in ice, centuries pass without progress…until she walks in.

Vale London craves a fun arctic getaway with her foster sister before settling down to open a bakery. Street-tough but vulnerable, she is unprepared to find ancient gods escaping a frozen cave—merciless beings who target her when she inadvertently enters their war.

Though Vale is now his enemy, Knox is consumed with lust and a fierce need to protect her. But only one combatant can prove victorious, and he will have to choose: live for freedom, or die for love.

“Maybe not at first, but we can leverage social media to spread
the word.”

“True. What about Lady Carrie’s.”

Excitement instantly sparked. “Duuuude. Lady Car­rie’s is perfect.”

“Well sprinkle sugar on my butt and call me a gour­met donut.
Did we just name our shop?”

Vale was just about to reply—Our timing is impecca­ble, as
always—when she spotted an ice hill up ahead. There was something about it…
something odd. But what, exactly? Her eyes and brain said Nothing’s out of
place.

Heart and legs picking up speed, she crossed the dis­tance,
gasped. A perfect six-foot hole had been cut into the side, leading to a
perfect hollowed-out tunnel with a perfect upward tilt. Definitely man-made.
What was inside? Or better yet, who was inside?

A whimper of anticipation broke free. If the tun­nel led to a
cavern—occupied or unoccupied, it didn’t matter—she could get Nola out of the
elements sooner rather than later.

“Wait here,” she said when her sister reached the hill. “I’ll
check out—”

“Nope, sorry. We
go in together.”

“If there’s a wild animal squatting inside, only one of us
should be its dinner.” Mmm. Dinner.

“You’re right. The other one will be dessert.”

Stubborn girl. “Fine.” Vale withdrew a
long coil of rope from her pack, knotted one end around her sister’s waist and
the other around her own. Nola isn’t falling to her death on my watch. Next,
she withdrew ice axes. Two for each of them. “We’ll find a cavern, or drop.
Whichever comes first.”

After zipping and adjusting her bag, she swung an ax, walked her
spiked boots up several jagged steps, then swung the other ax. Rinse, repeat.
Again and again. Nola did the same, below and to the right of her.

The higher they climbed, the darker the enclosure became, and
the more her muscles protested.

Drip, drip. Drip, drip.

Ironically enough, the steady chorus of water drops tasted like
melted vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day. Like hope. Hope gave her
strength. Up, up. Higher still.

“I’m not sure… I can go…much farther,” Nola said heaving from
exertion.

“You can. You will.” If they stopped now, they’d end up right
back where they’d started. When a soft, warm—well, warmer—breeze caressed a
patch of ex­posed skin, she gasped. “There’s something ahead, so move your
butt!”

The tunnel curved to the right and—

A small pinprick of light caught her attention. “I see
something!” Vale climbed faster, closing in.

The light
expanded, the tunnel leveling out, opening into…a cavern! Massive ice pillars
propped up a domedceiling at least eight feet high. There
was enough space between each pillar to stretch out and get comfortable.

Trembling with relief, Vale crawled out of the tun­nel, dropped
her tools and bag, and helped her sister over the ledge.

As Nola sank to the ground, panting, Vale pulled the logs and
kindling from her pack, and used a match to start a fire. Instant heat. Oh,
such glorious heat. Smoke billowed, curling upward, and she removed her goggles
and face mask.

“Thank you, thank you, a thousand times thank you.” Nola removed
each piece of headgear, as well, reveal­ing a face so perfect she looked
airbrushed. Dark eyes, a delicate nose, and model-plump lips, all surrounded by
flawless brown skin and a fall of straight black hair.

Nola had no idea who her parents were. As an infant, someone
left her near a Dumpster, with a note pinned to her shirt. All the note had
said? “My name is Mag­nolia Lee and I need a home.”

Frowning, Nola pointed to one of the walls. “Is that…ice
graffiti?”

Vale used the axes and rope to create a hanging line to dry her
hat and coat before approaching the wall. Hello. Images had been carved
throughout, like ancient hieroglyphs or something, and depicted some kind of
battle. Twenty giant men and four women held various types of weapons, and
surrounded a taller cloaked fig­ure—the grim reaper, maybe? He clutched a
scythe.

About Gena Showalter:
Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld and Angels of the Dark series, two young adult series--Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles--and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. In addition to being a National Reader's Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan (Red Hot Read) and Seventeen magazine, she's appeared on Nightline and been mentioned in Orange is the New Black--if you ask her about it, she'll talk for hours…hours! Her books have been translated in multiple languages.
She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at genashowalter.com or Facebook.com/genashowalterfans